To Certaine Questions And Riddles Ensuing: Xviii Poem by Humfrey Gifford
To Certaine Questions And Riddles Ensuing: Xviii
Of thee (O my friend) a thing I doe craue,
Which thou neuer hadst, nor neuer shalt haue.
If that for thy selfe thou purpose to gayne it,
Thy labour is lost, thou mayst not obtayne it.
Although thou shouldst liue a whole thousand yeere,
And seeke it, yet shouldst thou be nothing the neere.
Now if thou doe loue me, euen so as thou sayest,
Doe geue it. For truely, I know that thou mayst.
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